The Durance, an imaginary journey
I would have liked to write a text that speaks at the same time of the Durance, of Jean Giono, of literary memories, of the stigmata of time gone by engraved in the ground, of Ansel Adams or of Jean-Loup Sieff, of the elsewhere that is sometimes so close, of the black and white that does not like approximations, of the reptilian brain, of the happiness of walking alone in nature even if it has not been natural for a long time, of the pleasure of seeing what another would perhaps not have seen.
Unfortunately I'm not a writer, so I frame and shoot.

Henri Kartmann
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